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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“they’re holding the wedding in a small chapel just outside of beacon hills, huddled in the trees on a curve of the main road.”
a wedding + a love story told in snippets.
(originally intended for @scerekplus‘s april 15th prompt wedding bells, but i think it also very well fits @scerekweek2016‘s friends :D)
My love, she keeps me warm.
Together with their families,
Allison Argent and
Lydia Martin request the pleasure of your company on
Saturday, May 2nd, at 6pm for a celebration of love and life together.
Created for Scerek+Allydia Week.
@foxerica prompted: Lydia/Allison + “you leave town after another really bad night fighting some monsters and I find letters you wrote to me but never sent. if you love me so much, why did you leave?”
I didn’t work exactly from the prompt, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! On AO3 here.
Allison comes and goes.
It isn’t her fault. Lydia knows that. Allison’s the head of an important hunter clan, and she has Responsibilities. She has to plan strategy, strike deals with the surrounding clans, clean up messes the pack leaves behind without meaning to. Allison is a busy person, and Lydia thinks Allison almost likes it better that way. Allison gets restless when things are too still, like she’s the hunted, instead of the hunter. Sometimes, Lydia thinks she’s relieved to go away, because it feels like doing something.
Lydia’s never relieved when Allison goes away. Their apartment feels empty. Both of them are too neat, and with the small items that make up Allison’s daily life missing, the coat and flats by the door and the toothbrush by the sink and the crossbow on the kitchen table, the apartment feels almost sterile. Tastefully decorated, of course. But their home doesn’t feel so much like a home, and Lydia finds herself doing more of her work in the library of her university and less on the couch in the living room.
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Part three for @scerekweek2016 and @scerekplus
part one
part two
Prompts: Food/Accidental Relationship
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry,” Erica says, voice tight. “Because I’m stuck in traffic and you get to shove cake in your face for an hour.”
“I hate you anyway,” Derek says, tugging his jeans up his hips. “You made me change pants-”
“Yours were filthy!”
Which was true, but not the point. Derek ignores her and continues with, “And I refuse to pretend to be Boyd’s fiancé.”
“Ugh, you’re terrible,” Erica says with feeling.
Derek would give her more crap for calling him up last minute, but he knows how much this means to her and how much it’s killing her to miss it. Knows that she practically had to beg to get this tasting at the exclusive pastry shop, and if she misses this appointment again they’re within their rights to cancel the contract.
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Every Heart is a Lonesome Hunter | 8tracks | Youtube
A good, old-fashioned piny Scerek playlist.
1. Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby – Cigarettes After Sex // 2. Lonesome Hunter – Timber Timbre // 3. So Sad, So Sad – VARSITY // 4. Forgive – Porches // 5. Baby I Call Hell – Deap Vally // 6. Your Boyfriend – Radiator Hospital // 7. Getting It On – Sales // 8. Too Much – Pale // 9. Slacks – St. South // 10. Easy – Son Lux // 11. Call Me (16 rpm) – Blondie
Embarrassingly, Lydia doesn’t realize she and Allison are dating until they actually have sex.
At that point, she’s said, “I love you,” at least once a day for at least two months, and it hasn’t been followed by a “but” since the second week. She and Allison have also had a dinner date every Friday night for three months. They hold hands for Christ’s sake. Whenever they watch movies together, they end up snuggled up under a single blanket.
Her only defense is that Lydia has never been in a relationship just because she wanted to before. She’s only ever dated guys, and she’s only ever dated for a purpose, whether it was to make her parents happy, or unhappy, or to consolidate her image, or because popularity is a cruel mistress and takes a lot of work to keep going.
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@scerekplus + allydia week ➸ accidental relationship teen wolf bingo ➸ roadtrip au
What started as a four best friends going on a fun roadtrip after graduation accidentally morphed into a polyamorous relationship as Allison, Derek, Lydia, and Scott got lost in nature and in each other, not that any of them minded at all.
It starts out as a joke. The grumpy owner of the tattoo shop across the street seems like he needs a good laugh, so Scott tries to make him laugh – levitating treats through the door for Derek’s dog, Fang; making flowers grow up the front of his building; turning Derek’s hair pink for an entire day, only changing it back when Derek finally comes over to growl at him about it.
It’s not easy, but once he makes Derek smile, Scott doesn’t want to stop.
Things escalate until Scott finds himself concocting ways to get Derek’s attention. More outrageous tricks, and hanging around the tattoo parlor anytime he’s not in the magic shop. He’s pretty sure Derek only sees him as the annoying witch boy across the street who floods his shop with flower petals when he’s moody, but he’s persistent.
He knows he’s too far gone when he comes up with a spell to preserve ink so that none of Derek’s tattoos will fade. A personally tailored spell is basically the ultimate declaration of love from a witch.
Now, Scott just has to give it to Derek. Easier said than done.
Or, the AU in which Derek just wants to do his job and Scott’s hellbent on using his powers to woo him.
Scerek+Allydia Week → Day 2: Fantasy
Snow White and the Hunstman AU: Allison is the Evil Queen, Lydia is the Frost Queen, Derek is the Huntsman, and Scott is the fairest of them all, Snow White.
I’m trying to write a little something each day for @scerekweek2016 and @scerekplus.
Prompts: Firsts/Spring
“Hey, sweetheart,” Derek croons, mouth turned up at the corners. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Uh-”
Derek spins around at the sound, flushing when he sees Scott standing there shifting from foot to foot and not quite meeting Derek’s eyes. He can feel his face burning as Scott darts a glance his way.
“I was talking to my tree,” Derek blurts. Scott’s mouth drops open, and Derek cringes, flushing harder. “The cherry tree that I’m grafting,” he starts to explain, then shakes his head. “Never mind, sorry, what can I do for you?”
“Uh,” Scott says again, ducking his head, his palms running over the back of his neck. “I’m here to pick up my order?”
He sounds so uncertain, and Derek wants to die. It had taken them months to get to something resembling friendly (not friends, Derek reminds himself) and Derek’s managed to fuck it up again. “Sorry,” he says, trying for a smile. “I got it ready earlier and put it in the cooler for you.”
He steps forward slowly because he doesn’t want to startle Scott into backing away, but it gives him the chance to notice how good Scott looks. The heat and moisture from the greenhouse makes his skin glow a rosy gold, his dark hair curling around his ears, his shirt sticking to his chest, and Derek wants so much to touch him. Just once. Not even anywhere special, just his hand maybe. His wrist.
But whatever chance Derek could have had with him, he’d already lost a long time ago, so when he scoots past him, he makes sure they don’t touch.
“Here you go,” Derek says, opening one of the coolers in the front. The arrangement’s a little over a foot high and with a sturdy square glass vase that will be easy for Scott to transport and can be reused. It’s got yellow roses and calla lilies, green orchids, orange tulips, and a pretty blue hydrangea that are all bright and cheerful for the first day of spring.
“Oh, man,” Scott says, beaming. “She’ll love it.”
Derek’s stomach flips as it always does when Scott smiles, and he ducks his head to walk over to the counter to ring Scott up. “Thirty two fifty,” he says, voice a little rough.
When he reaches up to take Scott’s card he realizes that his hand is still covered in dirt and he snatches it back, wiping it uselessly on his filthy jeans. “Sorry,” he mumbles, feeling the heat crawl up his neck. “You should probably just-”
He nods at the little card swiper on the customer side of the counter, and Scott huffs a laugh and swipes his own card.
“It’s okay, you know” Scott says, punching the little button and swiftly signing his name. The receipt prints out, and Scott tugs it off himself when Derek doesn’t reach for it. He jams it in his pocket and flashes another spine melting smile. “I don’t mind you being a little dirty.”
He waves as he walks out, yelling, “Bye, Cora!” but it still takes Derek almost two full minutes before he can breathe normally.
“That arrangement probably cost like seventy bucks,” Cora says, nudging him aside so that she can wipe down the counters. “You ever going to tell him?”
“No,” Derek says firmly. “And neither are you.”
He stalks back to the greenhouse, ignoring his sister’s mumbled, “Hopeless.”
ETA: part two
Part Two of this ficlet. Written for @scerekweek2016 and @scerekplus.
Prompts: Heroes/Fantasy
Derek’s first crush was at seven.
He broke his right arm trying to get Whiskers down from a tree, and he doesn’t remember the doctor, but he does remember the pretty nurse with her curly dark hair and her sparkling brown eyes.
“You must be very brave,” she’d said while wrapping the cast in the bright green she’d let him choose all by himself. Her hands looked soft and her eyes looked like they were dancing when she smiled at him. “Only a brave knight would go on a quest to save an innocent kitten.”
Whiskers was old and a little mean, not a kitten, but Derek puffed up his chest anyway, and for months afterwards he rode around on his trusty steed (a.k.a. his electric green bike) and fought dragons and trolls and evil wizards to save princess Melissa.
Almost two decades later, depressed and reckless and angry from a brutal break up, he’s hunched over on an exam table in the E.R. halfway between drunk and hungover waiting his hand to be stitched up. The taste of blood is bitter on his tongue, and he runs his tongue over his teeth to cheek to see if any are loose when the curtain pulls back with a sharp sound. When he looks up it’s to see the pretty face of his childhood crush.
Her eyes are cautious, but her voice is still warm, her touch gentle, and Derek bites his lip trying to hold back the emotion clogging up his chest. He hates that he immediately recognizes her even though he only saw her three times. Hates the shame he feels that she’s seeing him like this.
“You should keep the ice pack on your face,” she says as she finishes cleaning his hand. “It’ll make the next couple of days a little easier.”
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move to take the ice pack, but Melissa doesn’t say anything else about it. Just talks him through what she’s doing, how to change his dressing, how to tell if there’s an infection.
“It’s going to be hard if you’re right handed,” she says, looking up at him after she finishes taping him up. “Do you have anyone who can help look after you?”
“I’m ambidextrous,” he says without thinking. “I taught myself after I-” he breaks off before he can finish, blinking as he looks up at her.
She can’t actually remember him, even though her smile says she does. She must’ve treated thousands of kids in the intervening years, and there’s no way she would-
“Even brave knights ask for help sometimes,” she says gently.
Humiliatingly, Derek feels his eyes sting, his chest clenching tight as she lays a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll get the paperwork for you.”
She closes the curtain behind her, but the thin shield doesn’t stop him from hearing when a male voice says, “Hey mom, are you okay? I heard they brought in the guys from the bar fight.”
“And how could you have possibly heard that, oh son of mine?” Melissa asks, her voice teasing.
“Don’t even start. It’s not like I’m not at the bar every night, but Stiles had two servers call in sick, and-”
“Then Stiles needs to hire more people then instead of counting on his best friend - who already has a full time job - to cover for him.”
Her words are pointed, but it sounds like a conversation that they’ve had before, and one she already knows she’s not going to win. Especially when her son says, “Okay, but he gave me Boyd’s special turkey burger and parmesan fries to give to you, so…”
Melissa heaves a sigh, and if Derek leans forward just slightly he can see a smile curving the corner of her mouth through the gap in the thin curtain. The guy in front of her is taller than her, and broad shouldered, but he has the same dark hair and dusky skin. He’s holding a bag in front of him, and Melissa eventually gives in and snatches it, tucking it behind the nurses station before she comes back with a stack of papers.
“This isn’t forgiveness,” she says. “Not until he stops dragging you into that bar night after night.”
“I’m just helping him tomorrow to clean up a little. Those guys really did a number on the place. The Sheriff thinks it’s probably a good couple thousand in damage and-”
His voice snaps off, his eyes narrowing as he sees Derek.
He can only imagine what he looks like: filthy clothes, beat up face, bruised knuckles. Derek can’t fault the guy for squaring his shoulders. Firming his jaw. Edging closer to his mother.
And it’s not just how Derek looks, because if this guy was at the bar then he knows what happened. Probably knows all the humiliating details if he talked to the Sheriff.
“This is my son, Scott,” Melissa says, “and he was just leaving.”
Scott tries to protest, but Melissa just kisses him on the head and shoos him away. Scott gives Derek one final glare, but Derek just drops his head, flexing his hand slowly. The local anesthesia is wearing off and he can feel the sting from the gash on his hand.
“They’re both good boys. A little wild sometimes, but still good.” She helps him into his jacket, then hands over the printed care instructions, giving his good hand a gentle squeeze. “I’ve got an eye for that sort of thing,” she says, her smile soft and warm. “I’ll see you back here in two weeks to get those stitches out.” *** He brings her a gift: A subtle rainbow of succulents crowded together in a shallow bowl. It’s probably dumb, but seeing her had helped. Helped him remember that he didn’t always used to be angry. That there were still good people in the world. That he wasn’t actually alone, no matter how hard he’d tried to isolate himself.
“It’s easy to take care of,” Derek says, holding the bowl out awkwardly in his left hand. “A little water and plenty of sun.”
“Thank you, Derek.” Melissa’s smile is warm and lovely, and Derek can’t help but duck his head when she says, “That was very thoughtful.”
Two days later he walks out of the back of the shop and Scott glances over at him from where he’s talking with Cora and says, “You,” like it’s an accusation.
He wants to slip right back into the greenhouse, but he’s sort of dumbstruck by how attractive Scott looks when Derek’s not looking through the haze of anger, alcohol and a black eye.
“Derek?” Cora says, then her expression lights up like she just won a prize and says, “Oh my god, you said your mom’s name was Melissa,” before she bursts into giggles.
Derek wants to sink to the floor and die as Scott’s brow furrows (adorable, goddamnit) in confusion.
“What-” Scott starts, and Derek says, “Nothing, it’s fine, ignore her. Why are you here?”
He knows he’s being rude, but Cora is bent over and snorting, and Derek just really needs Scott to leave as soon as possible. He knows he can’t leave because then Cora will just tell him everything.
Scott holds up the card that Derek had automatically (stupidly) included with the care instructions for the succulents, and says, “Wait, why did you give my mom plants?”
Cora makes a squeaking noise and falls off her chair, and Derek unthinkingly grabs Scott’s arm and drags him to the other end of the store. Scott tenses, and Derek curses himself before he snatches his hand back.
“It was a thank you, okay? She helped me so I gave her some plants, that’s all.” He drags a hand through his hair in frustration and closes his eyes. “Look, I paid your friend back for the damages, I paid the fine, and I’m doing the community service. I’m not-I wasn’t-”
He can’t get any more words out, even though the for the first time he actually wants to explain.
“Okay,” Scott says after a moment.
Derek opens his eyes again to see that Scott’s shoulders have relaxed and he has a ghost of a smile around his mouth. “Mom liked them. The plants. And it’s her birthday next week so I figured.” He shrugs and motions around to the blooming flowers.
Derek can feel his own tension start to melt away. “Yeah, okay. I can help you with that.”
It takes almost an hour for them to talk through the options, but it doesn’t feel tedious or weird, and Scott just gets more easy going as they talk, going off on tangents and rambling about his mom. It’s sweet and fun, and in the end Scott puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “Thanks, Derek,” his dark eyes warm and smiling.
It makes Derek’s heart flutter, like something taking root, and two weeks ago he would have gladly crushed the feeling. But today, watching Scott walk back out into the sunshine, Derek lets the warmth settle inside him. And feels brave.
hi! just wanted to let you know that when you put a "+" in the tags, it doesn't show up when you click on that tag. you should try "s & a week" because ampersands do show up :)
Ah! Thanks for the tip! I’ll go in and change that now. :D
(So Lovely) It Feels So Right
Pairing Derek Hale/Scott McCall
Rating Explicit
Word Count 11.5K
Summary
A cute freshman falls in Derek’s lap, and Derek falls in love.
Additional Tags College AU, Virgin/Bottom Derek Hale, Chubby Derek Hale, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Use, Meet-Cute, Pining, Explicit Sexual Content
Scerek Week First Time | Scerek+ Week Spring / Sprung
Scerek+ → Day 1: Spring / Sprung
Scerek AU: Scott is the manifestation of springtime—warm, vibrant, and colorful. Derek is winter—cold, harsh, and unforgiving. For one day only, between the melting of snow and the blooming of flowers, they can be together.
(Caption: A banner featuring yellow balloons against a blue sky. Navy text on it reads: Scerek plus Allydia Week, a creative positivity event, April 11th-15th.)
Reminder: Our next Scerek+ Event is just a few days a way!
This time we’re doing a week of Scerek and Allydia fanworks, to support those who have recently been attacked by the scerek troll and produce more fantastic content for these great pairings!
To participate, simply create some sort of fan work (art, gifsets, graphic edits, fic, fic rec lists, headcanons, playlists, etc) featuring Scott/Derek, Allison/Lydia, or both, and post it between April 11th and 15th with the tag “scerekplus” in the first five tags, or @ us! We’ll make a concerted effort to reblog all new content created for the week, regardless of length. There are no sign-ups necessary.
This is just for fun, so go wild with ideas! If you need some help getting started, though, here are some daily themes that might help:
April 11th: Spring / Sprung April 12th: Fantasy April 13th: Accidental Relationship April 14th: Thunderstorms OR Polyamory April 15th: Wedding Bells
As always when dealing with the troll, if you’re going to participate please use your block button liberally and feel free to turn off anon at any point in order to protect yourself.
Let’s fight hate with more fanwork!
Can you elaborate on what "Spring / Sprung" means?
Mm, you can read that all sorts of ways! Spring has sprung! Springtime leads to romance! Or, like, “wow how did I get so sprung over this complete dork.” It’s up to you to interpret. :D
is it ok if we only do like, one thing for the whole event?
Absolutely! Honestly, doing a whole week is just to give people a lot of time to get something cooked up. I’m planning to do little things for every day, but you can do as many or as few things as you like. :D
Remember: Scerek + Allydia Week is just over a week away!!
